I was never really a bad cat. So I was a little mischievious, is that so wrong? How many other young cats, kits, apprentices, cause a bit of trouble every now and then? I was really no different...from any of them. I only wanted to have a bit of fun...
Winterkit. Winterpaw. Winterstep. He was my brother, my best friend. He'd always been at my side, even at the worst of times. Whenever I came up with an idea, he would be the one to help me do it. There were many times when he'd get in trouble along with me. But what fun we would have before we'd get caught! Getting in trouble wasn't so bad, the satisfaction of our adventures was enough to keep me making the same mistakes over and over...
Mothkit. Mothpaw. Mothheart. My sister, by birth. She was the sensible one in our litter. When we were young, she would never follow along with my plans. Boring.
I was never really a bad cat. It wasn't my fault, what happened. It was hers. The golden she-cat who came to our clan as a kit. Joined after her mother died in our camp. She was quickly apprenticed, but I never much noticed her. She was only a den mate to me. An extra warm body. But someone else did notice her...
At first I barely noticed it. Winterpaw was always off daydreaming. This didn't bother me much. He'd always had a head full of fur. If only I knew, if only I knew...
We were made warriors. Duskfang became my name. And although I'd risen in ranks, I hadn't given up my old tricks. Winterstep had. Oh how I tried to persuade him to join me in all the fun I was having, but he continually refused. I could see temptation cross his face, I knew he couldn't resist me, his brother. I was wrong.
It was that she-cat's fault! She was taking my brother away from me. When she became a warrior I knew it would only get worse, and it did. That she-cat took my brother away from me. She would have to pay...
Everything changed that day. That day I tried to kill her. I was so close, everything would have been solved. I should have known that Winterstep would be nearby her. To this very moment I can not believe that he picked her over me! His own brother! Winterstep would not let me kill her.
My leader banished me. My whole clan hated me. My famliy betrayed me. Because of that she-cat, my whole life was ruined. My soul stained and taitned.
There was a fake clan. A clan of rogues bent on taking over the forest, taking the forest cats down. My family and clan, now my enemies, I wanted the same. The pretend "clan" cats were my allies now. Fang, their leader had a price for membership however. I would do it. I would do anything to destroy my old clan. I wanted the blood of those who had betrayed me. I wanted to feel it on my paws.
The price was to kill their traitors. The ones who had left their "clan" to live with the forest cats. I would do it. A few of them were from my old home. They would be the most satisfactory to kill. Like everyone else, they had condemned me.
My first kill was harder than I had thought it would be. I chose the queen on my list first. As with the golden she-cat, I should have known her mate was close by. I acomplished my task of killing him, although he did put up a pretty good fight. The wounds I gave him were what did it, but I was unable to watch him die...
Now as I drag my second victim back to Fang, I think about what it had been like to kill him. He had put up a fight, just as my first victim had done. Only this time I could watch as the life flowed out of him. His blood stained my paws, just as I wished to feel. Why do I still feel unsatisfied?